She had her fiery flame red hair out in loose curls cascading down her back over her black tight work dress. He motioned for the barman and ordered he... a drink as she walked over to him. ''Hello...'' She smiled. ''I've ordered you a drink.'' he smiled as the barman placed an Appletini on the bar. ''Is that for you? I don't drink girlie drinks; I drink bourbon, two ice cubes that's it. In fact I'll take yours you can have the Tini, you ordered It.'' He smiled with an evil grin and reached. .even holding the receiver in my hand so I could pick it up the microsecond it rang. I'm sure you've been there. I didn't know if it was the sex or the lust that had me - I just knew I wanted more and I needed Domina to supply it. I knew how this was going to end...the way I needed it to end...complete exposure and humiliation but by that point, I'd be a different woman. The woman I needed her to turn me into. Finally, at 9:03, the phone rang. I picked it up before it finished the first ring.. In hindsight, it was a significant accomplishment. A stranger comes into town and convinces a tight-knit community that one of their own is performing acts of horror. He had made it look effortless. She smiled and said, “My Hero.”Mike blew on the fragile flame providing the needed oxygen to feed it. The flame caught and the small pile of twigs started burning. Mike piled on more twigs and slightly larger material to burn. As he tended the fire, he asked, “How is your jaw?”“It hurts a lot. I’m. I fetch some warm water and a clean clothe, but I'm not so sure about how to attack the task at hand. I try to push the leg of her pants gently up over the wounded knee, but it is far too tight. So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet for a while. My eyes follow up her trim legs to their intimate meeting point, where the sturdy zipper starts its steep climb over her bulging sex. My brain worries about the colour of her underwear, if underwear at all - and my fingers.